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It was a good thing the candles didn't seem to be able to burn anything, because Gray had had...a few close encounters with them already. It did turn out they could drop wax on your face, though, but that peeled off.

Although it did take hair with it.

He and that bit of his left eyebrow didn't want to talk about it.

Also, he couldn't believe Christmas was barely a week away! He so wasn't ready for it to be over! This was stupid Thanksgiving's fault for being so late this year, ugh.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Specials
Peppermint Waffles
Hot Cocoa Waffles
Gingerbread Waffles

Over Easy is open!

napking

It was finally the most wonderful time of the year, and Gray was living.

He didn't even care that the floor at Over Easy was an ice rink, because he was perched safely at the hostess station. Ice skating was fun, anyway! What wasn't to...oh, okay, some of the staff didn't have skates and that was a problem. But it was a problem for them.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Gingerbread Waffles

Over Easy is open! And slick. Very slick.

napking

Gray...was not thrilled by today's special. "But it's not even Thanksgiving yet," he protested, but his protests fell on deaf ears, considering he was the guy who had wanted it to be Christmas since November first.

Which was rather later than certain retailers had hopped on the Christmas bandwagon, so he had that going for him, at least. It was kind of nice not to be the most unreasonable about Christmas.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Thanksgiving Stuffed Waffles

Raiden was going to love these.

Over Easy is open!

napking

Gray was losing the war for Christmas. For now. Soon enough Thanksgiving there would be over and there would be no stopping the onslaught of Yuletide cheer.

At least that was what he told himself when the workers at Over Easy once again refused to put up a tree yet, because the boss would look unhappy at them. They just needed a few thousand years to build up immunity to that look, was all.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Apple Pie Waffles

Over Easy is open!

napking

Gray had totally shown up reasonably close to the start of his shift at Over Easy. Totally. He swore. Don't listen to anyone who told you otherwise, and ignore the pillow creases still visible on his face.

Look, he was here, okay? Take the win.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Specials
Spider Web Waffles
Candy Corn Waffles
Mummy Waffle Sticks

No actual spiders, candy corn, or mummies were harmed in the making of these waffles.

Over Easy is open!

napking

"These aren't waffles."

But they were made in a waffle maker.

"But they're wrong."

But they were delicious.

"Ugh, fine, you do what you're gonna do anyway." Gray was gonna sulk about it, kitchen staff. So there.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Egg Waffles with Romesco & Goat Cheese

Over Easy is open!

napking

Gray might be rewatching the video of Galen pretending he wasn't excited by the porgs for at least the fiftieth time since Saturday. You couldn't prove it.

Okay, you could if you looked at his phone screen. But it might also be anime on there! You never knew.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Croffles

Over Easy is open!

napking

"No, I know it's September. I'm just saying, it's never too early to think about Christmas! We should start decorating soon...Raiden warned you about this? What does that mean?"

It meant they were banned from decorating for Christmas until the day after Thanksgiving, was what it meant.

"But that's not what 'until Thanksgiving is over' means!"

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Apple Cinnamon Waffles

Over Easy is open!

napking

Gray had asked the kitchen staff if they could make the special for today sweet tea waffles, for Arden, and also so they wouldn't use coffee again. You had to use so much sugar and flavoring to make coffee even drinkable, why would you want your food to taste like that?

What they'd come up with was not exactly what he'd asked for, but you know what? It was pretty good, and he'd contributed to the special! Maybe this 'working' thing was gonna work out after all?

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Earl Grey Waffles with Mixed Berries

Over Easy is open!

throughaphase

Were you tired of glitter yet? Because the banner above the stage reading "WELCOME TO THREE MINUTE DATES" was covered in it. Which meant the stage was covered in a fine mist of them. Which meant there was probably some of the tables. And the bar. Not the drinks, though, they kept up with standards.

And a few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took to the stage.

"Welcome again to Three Minute Dates!" she greeted them. "If you haven't done this before, the tiles are simple. Every three minutes, we'll read off pairs of names. You sit down with them, get to know them for three minutes, and when the gong bongs, you'll move on to your next march. After five dates, if you want to talk to anyone more, hang around and chat for a while. Ready? You've got a couple minutes to sign up, then we're gonna get going."

[OCD is up! Post dates bar post will go up in the morning!
Before the dates | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Post dates bar]

napking

Gray still couldn't believe he had a job.

Gray really wasn't sure what he was supposed to do at said job. He'd never had a job before, okay? It was weird. And the staff weren't even letting him choose the specials yet. He would never do such a mean thing to a beautiful waffle as put coffee in it.

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Pumpkin Spice Latte Waffle

Over Easy is open!

napking

Gray didn't know anything was going on when he arrived for, apparently, his first day of work at Over Easy. Would've been nice if someone had consulted him before hiring him and setting up his schedule, but apparently Raiden had decided to skip that step.

"Aw, man, not you, too," one of the servers protested when she saw him.

"Huh?"

"...never mind."

He was physically twenty-five, he swore! He just had a baby face! No, really, you guys! Stop laughing!

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
Banana Waffles

Over Easy is open! The Nephilim is sulking.

afraid_of_marshmallows

Arden hadn't made a terribly big deal about it, but today was her twentieth birthday. Kind of a shock that she'd only been on the island and out from Callista's thumb - mostly - for only two years now.

Originally, she'd planned to have her party in Midnight, but after everything with Illyana the other day, it felt...rude, almost. To throw a party so close to where she was grieving. Maybe she was just being overcautious and weird? But since she could throw the same kind of party she'd been thinking about in town as easily as she could Midnight, she was going to just be overcautious and weird.

So, welcome to the Holoscene! It was currently configured to look like a cabana on a tropical beach, though the interior of the cabana was a karaoke setup. Again, things she could have had elsewhere, but this ocean wouldn't be whispering Come away, come away... in anybody's ears, and this karaoke setup didn't involve zombies, both of which seemed a perfectly valid reason to use a holodeck program to recreate them, okay?

There was, of course, a whole smorgasbord of (real) food off to one side, with real proper barbecue, along with party platters from Sushi Station, Taste of Thai, and El Burrito Loco, as well as a bunch of pizzas from Pizza Planet and a whole Build Your Own Waffle station, courtesy of Over Easy and there specifically because Gray would never have forgiven her if she hadn't included it. There were floats and kayaks and jetskis out by the water, but no sunscreen because who needed it with a fake sun?

And Arden was just chilling in a beach chair for now, in a bikini, enjoying the view of a glittering ocean in front of her, waiting for people to show up.

[Open! If you have ever, even one time, had a conversation with Arden, then you got an invite!]

carbsliftthespirit

Out of all of their brothers, Raiden and Gray were the most reluctant warriors, so one might have thought that they would have slacked off on their training when left unsupervised on the opposite coast from the others. One would have been wrong. Gray and Raiden might not like their job, but they took it, and the deal with the archangels that necessitated it, very seriously. Their brothers' lives were on the line as well as their own, after all, to say nothing of the humans who needed protection from demons up to no good.

So, on this particular afternoon, one could follow the clang of steel on steel down to the beach and find a couple of Nephilim engaged in sword practice--shirtless, so they could have their wings out (you were welcome) for greater maneuverability.

"That was good," Raiden said as he hauled Gray out of the sand. "One more time."

Gray and Sloth both wanted desperately to suggest they just take a break now, but Gray shoved Sloth down, shook the sand out of his wings and hair, and agreed, "One more time." And then probably a few more after that.

(Open beach is open!)

throughaphase

The park was set up with a large screen for the movie to project onto, the sound system was up and working, and there was plenty of room for people to spread out with blankets, chairs, picnic supplies, or whatever else they might have brought. Alcohol was fine as long as you kept in mind that this was a family-friendly event, in that younger kids would only probably really be interested in the cars and older kids might enjoy the actual movie.

So come one and come all, and watch yourselves some 2 Fast 2 Family.

weirderthanthou

Were you sleeping soundly in whatever underwear you had left, Fandom? Not anymore!

At 2 AM, sirens all across the island began to blare. A PA system turned on, featuring a metallic voice loudly yelling: "KRAKEN DRILL. KRAKEN DRILL. ALL INHABITANTS GRAB RAIN GEAR AND ASSEMBLE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LOON DRIVE AND GRIFFIN WAY. I REPEAT. KRAKEN DRILL. KRAKEN DRILL. ALL INHABITANTS GRAB RAIN GEAR AND ASSEMBLE AT THE INTERSECTION OF LOON DRIVE AND GRIFFIN WAY."

If anyone hoped it was going to stop before 4 AM, sorry: no.

At least there wasn't an actual kraken, so Loon Drive's stone streets wouldn't be slippery with rain. And at least Mayor Faden hadn't deployed her tie yourself to a building addition to the kraken emergency plan yet...

[[ have at, all ]]

throughaphase

The dates were over, the bar was still standing, still open (not dirty), and the specials (totally dirty) were still on the board.

SPECIALS
Screaming Orgasm
Kinky blow pop
Cherry Popper
Leg Spreader
Naked Lady
Sloe Comfortable Screw
Pornstar Shooter
G Spot shot
Big O

Your bartenders were there, waiting to serve you (again, not dirty). Whatever you did with your time was your own business, aside from Tino snickering if you ordered a Sloe Comfortable Screw or whatever.

throughaphase

When Kitty got married, she'd said she was hyphenating her last name because aside from "Pryde" being a great name, "Kitty Barton" sounded like a madam at an Old West brothel.

Anyway.

WELCOME TO
THREE MINUTE DATES

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty interrupted the zombie-played version of "Pony" to take the stage. You're welcome.

"Hello and welcome to Three Minute Dates! Thank you all for coming, whether you're here by accident, here on very purpose, or dragged here by Tino. I know there are other things you could all be doing." Ahem. "Here are the rules: every three minutes you will get paired up on a date with someone. When the gong sounds, it's on to the next date. It's fifteen minutes of your life, and then afterwards if you want to hang out, make friends, have one of Tino's horrifyingly on theme drinks, feel free. I just ask that you please don't have sex in the bathrooms."

She could not stop you from having sex in the bathrooms.

"Have fun! But not too much. Till later. At home."

[The bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Regular bar post]

throughaphase

It was New Year's Eve, and Caritas was decked out for the holidays. The bar itself was decorated with silver fringe, there were gold, black and white balloons arranged in corners (so anyone trying to hide either couldn't, or they could really hide), silver and gold garland hung from the ceiling, and Tino had even dressed up. Meaning he was wearing a short sleeved t-shirt that looked like a tuxedo. It was the thought that counted.

The zombie band was playing the hits, the bass player dressed in a dashing red velvet jacket for some reason, and Kitty had had fun with the specials for the night.

SPECIALS
Dumpster Fire
Yule Mule
Baltimore Egg Nog
Whiskey Shamash
25th Hour
~~Fergeue~~ ~~Fruerzangble~~ ~~FuerahsksdahdsadhasjdhWTF~~ Flaming Sugarloaf Wine Thing

Kitty stared at Tino when she saw that last one added. "There's a USB-powered menorah because fire and drunk people is a bad combination and you decided to do this?"

Anyway. There was also a very easily accessible fire extinguisher on top of the bar if needed. Don't let it be needed.

imafuturist

The ballroom was done up for the Yule in honor with a particularly unique chandelier at the ready to keep with the theme. There was a collection of trees for the guests to help decorate and a distressing number of mistletoe hung around with care. If you were prone to enjoying that.

The trees ranged from table-sized to ceiling-scraping and a few of them already had decorations on them: one filled with ornaments clearly made by children, one full of Avengers action figures (how were there so many suits, Tony? How?), and one decorated with the natural ornaments traditional for Yule: berries, pinecones, and dried fruit. Steve and Tony had overruled actual candles on any of the trees, but the traditional fire to celebrate the season was flickering from its containment area on the roof.

And it was snowing indoors just enough to be thematic, but melting before it could actually reach the guests and mess up their nice clothing. Because sometimes Tony just needed to flex on the science skills. Sometimes.

afraid_of_marshmallows

Okay, so the stuff Dean had given her had tasted horrible but had worked wonders. She still wasn't up to snuff - she got tired and winded easily and she was still pretty pale and sore, but she was no longer alternating between chills and fever and that feeling of something off, something wrong had gone away, flushed out with the last of the bronze. She'd lost enough weight that it was noticeable and not in a good way, but she'd at least escaped looking gaunt. In short, she looked like someone who'd gone through some kind of dreadful wasting illness, but at least was now on the mend.

Which, you know, made sense. She wasn't exactly sure the difference between a severe poisoning and a severe illness in regards to toll on the body, but she guessed that they weren't too dissimilar?

Either way, she might look like she'd been dragged down a mile and a half of bad road, but that was still an improvement overall from looking like she'd been dragged down six miles of that very same road, and was celebrating by leaving the roof for a little while and heading down to the beach. She didn't get far before she had to stop and take a rest, but progress was still progress, dammit. She'd successfully made it here under her own power and she'd make it back up to her nest the same way.

...She might just be here for awhile resting up for that climb. Maybe she should let some folks know she was here since she was likely not going anywhere for a hot minute.

[Open!]

throughaphase

Caritas sort of looked like a Party City threw up, because Tino had offered to do the decorating. Of course there were balloons, streamers, glitter though it was hard to tell where it was supposed to have come from, confetti on the tables, and a butcher block banner up over the stage with "THREE MINUTE DATES" written in what was maybe paint? It sort of looked like puff paint but that had to be way too much work, right? Right?

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty took the stage with the zombies playing her on, and she shushed them to stop. "Hello and welcome to another Three Minute Dates!" she greeted them. "You know how this goes, unless you don't. Your names will be called into pairings every three minutes. You get together, you talk, the buzzer sounds, you go to your next table. If three minutes isn't enough time, maybe hang around a little, scope them out at the bar. And if you hate it, you just have to last five sets of three minutes, I believe in you."

She wasn't sorry if Tino signed any of you up. She was sorry for the letter banner he'd strung up over the bar reading "Have Good Banging," which was terrible English and odds were excellent that it did not stay up all night.

[OCD ~~coming!~~ is up, AHEM
Before the dates | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC
After the dates bar

theworst_verine

Did Logan know a god damn thing about working in a book store? No. Did he care to actually learn? Also no. But he was there at the shop at least! Which was probably the first step or something stupid like that.

You know. Like going to the gym. Just getting there.

There was the requisite flag of a country that gained independence from England (September 3rd) up that he certainly didn't have a hand in. But it was there and that was all that was important.

[open!]

slothbabyproductions

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the beach as the first notes of music from Arden’s playlist filled the air. The waves gently lapped at the shore, creating a soothing backdrop to the area. Tiki torches and string lights were set up around the party area, their flickering and colorful light adding to the atmosphere.

The aroma of North Carolina barbecue filled the air, with a long table set up with all the fixings—pulled pork, coleslaw, hush puppies, and more. For those with different tastes, vegetarian and vegan dishes were also thoughtfully provided. Sweet tea was the main beverage, but for those craving something colder, Squishies were lined up next to the drinks cooler. The centerpiece of it all was a giant cupcake that Graham had brought all the way from Daventry for the occasion.

Games were scattered around the beach: volleyball nets, cornhole, frisbees, and even a few board games for those who preferred to sit back and relax. A bonfire crackled nearby, with cozy spots to sit and chat, perfect for those who wanted to enjoy the evening at a slower pace.

It was set up for a perfect evening, filled with good food, great company, and the kind of fun that comes from being surrounded by people. Yes, it was another surprise party, the kind that shouldn’t be a surprise anymore, really. But that’s the point of parties—to celebrate the people you care about. And tonight, it was all about Arden.

[Open to all and any part goers]

afraid_of_marshmallows

Friday had been Graham's birthday! Which meant that they needed to celebrate with sushi from the Sushi Station. Sushi for Graham's birthday had been a standing tradition for almost twenty years now, whether they were in the same place or not. Though since they all were this year, the only possible thing to do was call Sushi Station, put in a reservation that would fit all of them, and then send out a message on the old group chat:

Don't ig-nori this message, because it's tamago out for Graham's birthday! So let's roll on down to the Sushi Station to show him how matcha you care! No gifts necessary, just bring your raw enthusiasm and join us for dinner fit for roe-lty and we'll shoyu a good time.

Also, Graham, this message is your birthday present for the NEXT twenty years.

Hopefully that would be enough to bring people out, because Arden had not pummeled her brain for a good half hour coming up with stupid sushi puns for people to skip out on this, dammit!

[And in true Fandom fashion, anyone with a connection to Graham, Arden, or anybody else present is more than welcome!]

heroic_jawline

The ballroom was positively sparkling with glitter and the light off of the brand new chandelier for the occasion. (Which should really come as a surprise to no one considering how many chandeliers they'd cycled on through for previous events.)

In preparation to the many amateur skaters they were anticipating, the half-sized walls around the skating rink--now located below the chandelier and taking up three quarters of the normal ballroom space--were well-padded.

There were drinks and appetizers and plenty of good music ready for people to come in and have a fun evening out if they were so inclined! Time to roller disco!

justalittlerepressed

The firehouse was all ready for guests, cleaned as much as humanly possible and organized within an inch of its life. Which meant it was time for people to come in and mess all that up.

But, you know. Lovingly.

And just across the way at Selkie Lake, the food and the general mingling place was all set up for people. Because it was time for the First Responder's Memorial Day Barbecue!

afraid_of_marshmallows

With Graham heading out to Daventry in a few days for the Knight Trials (and, if he won, staying there), they were running out of time to give him a proper sendoff. And so Arden had pulled a couple of late nights pulling a quick beach party together. There were tiki torches all around and a volleyball net, some hula hoops, some inflatable rafts and floats, a couple of beach balls...basically, she'd raided T&C's summer aisle for as much as she could scavenge and dragged it all back here and set it up around a bunch of blankets, beach towels, lounge chairs, and big umbrellas for folks who needed to hide from the sun. There were also plastic sand buckets full of sunscreen at various levels of SPF because she didn't want anyone getting sun poisoning at Graham's goodbye party. Seemed like a bad omen.

The most prominent aspect of the party was a hand-painted paper banner that said GOOD LUCK GRAHAM!! Arden was going to try to get everybody to sign it before Graham showed up, so he'd have a banner full of well-wishes from all his friends at Fandom. There were pens, markers, colored pencils, and even paints for people to use.

Okay, so decorations, food, activities, music, drinks, various kinds of sun protections...was she forgetting something? Arden had never once in her life thrown a party before, so she was probably forgetting something... Oh well, too late now. Hopefully if it was anything major, she could run into town and grab it. Or maybe ask someone else to. Were you allowed to ask people to help you with things if you were hosting?

Somebody needed to teach a class on how to throw a party. That was her takeaway from this endeavor.

But okay. This party was as ready as it was gonna be. Now just to wait until people arrived. Which they would. Right? Right.

[Open! Whether you got an invite directly, heard about it on the wind, or just decided to randomly take a stroll on the beach, please feel free to tag in! And, magically, it ends with plenty of time before graduation by the power of sparkles]

napking

Technically, Gray wasn't really supposed to fly unsupervised, but it was more of a guideline than a hard and fast rule. There might be an emergency that required he fly, after all, and what was the worst that could happen? He'd fall asleep and do an Icarus into the ocean? He couldn't drown, so he'd just wake up and self-rescue after a while. And Raiden was away across the causeway on some boring pizzeria business Gray hadn't really paid attention to, and he wanted to fly.

So he was, and anyone happening by the beach today might spot a shirtless Nephilim with black feathered wings, up there in the sky or possibly napping on the sand.

(Open beach is open!)

carbsliftthespirit

Pizza Planet was not exactly closed today and it wasn't exactly open for business as usual, either, but a (not-at-all-)secret, third thing, which was: hosting Friendsgiving. If someone really wanted to walk in and order a pizza Raiden would absolutely make that happen for them, but why would they bother, when they could walk in and partake of...well. After Rey had asked Raiden to help out with the food, things might have gotten out of hand, because this was Raiden, and this was Thanksgiving, and this was Fandom, so what if someone had never had pie before?

The doors were open, the tables were groaning with food (which Raiden had carefully arranged so that if people brought their own contributions to the feast there was room for them), and the specials board read:

FRIENDSGIVING!
Come one, come all!

pun_king

Even though Graham had announced the Jelly Bean Party at the Maaaaaaagpie Empooooor~rium tonight, he knew not everyone had the chance to catch radio, so he was absolutely sending out a text to all his friends and pretty much anyone else that Fandom decided needed to know about as soon as he got to the store that morning after his broadcast (and after picking up breakfast, because he was really craving waffles after that!), and then he very, very quickly took care of all his usual tasks when he came in to get them out of the way so he could work on making a big sign to put up for all passersby to see:

JELLY BEAN PARTY!
Here! Friday! Tonight!
Bring your favorite jelly beans
and let's PARTY!

And, with that done, and without there being...much set-up involved in a jelly bean party, Graham then decided to show his new best friend, Squire Axe O'Lotl, around the store (Garret, it turned out, was going to be spending the day with Triumph in the stables--cavies gotta cavy!), which eventually lead into....well, an adventure.

And adventure that basically meant having Axe A'Lotl axing a lot of the shelves and boxes, with a great deal of enthusiasm and sound effects, in their great hunt to discover the mysterious famed Jellybean Tree, so that they may chop in down in time for the grand Jelly Bean Party!

Look. He had fun here, alright?

The Magpie Emporium is open!

imafuturist

The looming monolith that was Walmart stood out in the woods, parking lot and all, just waiting for customers to come and shop. Nothing at all ominous about it at all.

Just ignore the television headed drones pushing carts back into the store. How did the carts get out there when it has only just appeared? Don't think about it. Just... enjoy.

( Was Crashing Through The Doors REALLY Necessary? No. But Here We Are )

--

( Where They Try Their Best Here )

--

( Where They Just Keep Tackling People )

[preplayed for all the ridiculousness this plot deserves~]

hatesparadise

They didn't have Waffle House back in New Jersey, but Danny still felt at home with the no nonsense order style.

Also, he'd had a late night working on the ~~Pepe Silva~~ clue board. But the map was mostly flushed out with the news of an actual Walmart showing up overnight in the woods...

Well, it'd need to get checked out too. But so did many other spots that was kind of running the troopers a little thin.

So, he was working on a 'looking for volunteers' thing in the relative safety of the Waffle House. As you do.

napking

It was a truth universally acknowledged that where there were waffles, there would be Gray. In this case, he was sitting across the booth from Raiden, practically vibrating with excitement as he awaited his waffles (one chocolate chip, because always, and one pecan, because Raiden insisted).

"How come you never brought me here before?" he asked Raiden.

"Uhh, because it didn't exist before?"

"Pffft. Details."

(Open Waffle House is open 24/7.)

needsacatchphrase

Well, Darcy wasn't able to come for a visit and neither was Valkyrie. But that was fine.

She wasn't sad about it. No matter what comments Tino might have where he was still turning the surplus apples into juice at the far end of the bar.

Specials
Pop! Cider
Jack Rose
Salty Maple Apple Cider

[ocd free]

weirderthanthou

It was a crisp yet none-too-chilly September afternoon in the Park, the weather as always perfectly nice to fit the island's general ideas about what these events would be like.

The theme in the park seemed adorably retro, perhaps best seen in the massive banner that hung above:

ⓅⒶⓇⒺⓃⓉⓈ ⓌⒺⒺⓀⒺⓃⒹ ②⓪②③

Welcome, friends, family, and other hangers-on! Please make yourself at home.

[[ ocd up, have at! ]]

throughaphase

Caritas was decked out tonight for tonight's event with balloons and a giant glittery sign over the stage.

WELCOME TO
THREE MINUTE DATES!!

And a few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took the stage with the zombie band playing her on. As the music stopped, she began, "Welcome, everyone, to our semi-annual Three Minute Dates! If you're new to this, you've added your names to the list and when your name is called, you'll meet your first date and have three minutes to get to know them. Then when the buzzer sounds, it'll be on to your next date. Easy peasy! We've done things a little differently tonight, and gone through the painstaking process of picking some great matches for you all-"

It was then that Tino took it upon himself to come by to show off something like a miniature version of SNL's upcoming hosts board, with everyone's names attached in pairs. It was really a work of art.

And then he slipped on a patch of glitter and the names went flying everywhere.

One of the zombies played a sad "wah wah" sound.

For a moment Kitty just stared in horror, and then said, "Give us two minutes," and dashed off the stage.

Off to a great start!

[~~Hold up for all the OCD!~~ Go forth and date! A regular post ~~will go up on Saturday for after the dates~~ is up!
The Bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Caritas after the dates]

carbsliftthespirit

Today at Pizza Planet, Raiden was babysitting.

Well...don't let Gray hear you call it that. But said little brother spent the whole day hanging out in a booth in the back napping, watching anime on his phone, and making phone calls to their other brothers about his schedule for the upcoming semester. ("What do you want to take a class about the history of assassination for? Aren't you the history of assassination?")

Occasionally, he wandered into the kitchen to try to help, but Raiden, conscious of food safety laws and the possibility of Gray falling asleep and facefirst into a vat of sauce--or cutting a finger off--shooed him back out.

Specials
Eggplant Parmesan Pizza
Lasagna Pizza
Chicken Alfredo Pizza

"You know," Raiden told Gray after he'd finished chalking the specials board, "more pizzas should really involve eggplant."

Gray made a face. "If you say so, Ray."

Pizza Planet is open (and twice as sinful)!

gambles_everything

It was probably best not to ask where mayor Faden had found that much raw meat. Or what might happen to it later. But it was there, in the park, not far from where the beasts' portal had first appeared.

And it was working.

Weremongooses, werebeavers and werepigs, all came skulking out of the shadows to find the hoard. They were hungry, and some of the locals were chewy, you see.

They had no idea what was waiting for them.

[[ fighty post! open. ]]

throughaphase

Love was in the air! Well, not really. That was later. But metaphorically, love, air, etc!

Caritas was decked out for Valentine's Day, with bunches of heart-shaped balloons in strategic places, copious amounts of pink and red confetti at the tables (a conversation starter!) and heart-shaped string lights above the bar and stage. And don't forget the glittery pink banner:

TONIGHT!
THREE MINUTE DATES
IT'S LITERALLY ONLY FIFTEEN MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE

A few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took the stage. She was probably covered in glitter now. "Hello, everybody, and welcome to Three Minute Dates! If you've never done this before, the rules are simple. At 8:00 on the dot, we'll call your name along with one other person's. You'll get to know each other as well as you can in three minutes, and then the gong will sound and you'll get another name to meet. You'll do that for five rounds, and then if there's anyone you want to talk to more, you can meet up at the bar. Good luck, everybody!"

[~~Hold for OCD!~~ OCD is up! Your regular bar post will go up sometime Saturday for post-dates play!
The Bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC]

heroic_jawline

There were two men - if you wanted to call them that - sitting in this empty room. One wore a funny hat and a matching costume; the other, a Christmas sweater with the Mont St. Michel skyline on it, beleaguered by red-nosed reindeer, and a dark green tweet jacket. It made him look like a faintly out-of-touch schoolteacher, trying to be cool at a school rager.

Of course, none of Fandom's finest would be able to tell just yet. After all, they were out in the hallway.

( Yay the big finish )

[OOC: Time is a weird soup, especially in a time travel plot and also around the holidays. Please continue playing in the afternoon before the finale. I just have Holiday Shit To Do in RL!]

needsacatchphrase

So, there was a two story tall snowman in the middle of the park. And some snow. Just in the park. Those things really seemed like it should be leading up to some sort of bizarre battle, right?

But no, no it wasn't.

Instead, Jane was left just standing there as the snowman boomed out good tidings. So, all in all, a very weird day if you asked her.

"Well, I guess it's better than tinsel," she muttered, tapping Mjolnir against her thigh like that was a perfectly normal thing to do with a mythological hammer.

[I had to! Open post]

carbsliftthespirit

Raiden had to catch a portal home soon to get started on whipping up a proper Thanksgiving feast, but he had time first for a cup of coffee with his little brother who even happened to be awake for it!

He just had to talk sense into Gray before allowing him to order, because it wasn't Christmas yet.

carbsliftthespirit

Raiden had arranged to meet Jane in a clearing in the preserve, but when Gray had shown up at his place bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and early, they'd decided to take advantage of it to do some sparring first. Gray had gotten tired after a while, though, and now they were cleaning their weapons while they waited for a physicist with a war hammer and whoever else decided to show up.

"You've been slacking," Raiden told Gray around a mouthful of trail mix. "You're getting lazy."

"I'm always lazy," Gray protested. "It's kind of my thing."

"Hm," was all Raiden said to that.

((For hammer friends, but open preserve is open, of course!))

bigdamnprincipal

Surely you haven't had enough time with your visitors. Even if you have, you don't want to send them on their way without breakfast, right? Coffee makes everything better, even familial awkwardness.

bigdamnprincipal

The lovely fall weather was still hanging around today, creating the perfect setting for some outdoor activities to facilitate family bonding and give people a distraction from trying to answer awkward questions about exactly what this place was all about.

Enjoy some food, get creative with pumpkins, and maybe meet some new people!

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